“Go.”
“Then I must add that I am commissioned, if necessary, to convey your Royal Highness to Glottenberg.”
“To convey me?”
I bowed.
“You dare to threaten me?”
“I follow my instructions. Will you come, madame, or——”
“Well?”
“Will you be taken?”
I was not surprised at her vexation. Dumergue had, in his haste, called her “a little devil.” She looked it then.
“You mean,” she asked slowly, “that you will use force?”